I enjoyed reading about your "best" first dates and began a search in my mind of my "best" first date. I found it tucked away in my mind labeled as "The road to hell, via Heaven"
This date took place on a exceptionally hot day in August in a small Arkansas town. It was the result of two months of chatting on yahoo messenger. It began innocently enough but progressed slowly into a torrid affair.
She was beautiful, her eyes sparkled like black diamonds, her makeup was flawless, her skin was soft and her lips full, she wore a peach colored outfit, modest yet revealing, a mane of hair that was so beautiful I couldn't stop stareing.
We met at a restaurant but never went inside, so many questions, so little time, we sat in my Tahoe and talked about anything and everything, no subject was taboo.
Whether I said it out loud or thought it, the words went through my mind, for every ounce of pleasure I will pay with a pound of agony....I miscalculated that, the price was much higher.
Would I change that meeting if possible, no, I wouldn't, only the outcome....
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